Playing a game with him was the only entertainment, as the rain was pouring and the lunch break was boring as always. “A. A name that starts with A.” You stopped to think—the name he was thinking of in that moment starting with A. He was tapping with his fingers on your desk, with that subtle grin on; you liked his tattoos—your eyes quickly shifting down to stare at his hands. They are attractive; all big and veiny. School was less boring with Russell Romano.